Best Top Of The Pile Poems

I tell you I like, that Wayland a bunch
He'd be the guy, to be there in a crunch
Not afraid of humor, he paves the way
With clerihew words, he loves to play

Let's talk of Eileen, the Queen of passion
Her verses of pleasure, will not be rationed
She...

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On the day after Christmas, they started appearing,
cast out of houses, stripped of their finery,
lying crooked in the gutter, garbage bags flanking.

My brothers and I walked to school
and halfway there, three blocks away,
was a steep ravine called The Hollow.
A place of some dark mystery in...

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A loveable man was Janitor Stan
Ever willing to help to give and serve
A gentle man of modest plan
With never a protest, frown or reserve

Always saw the brighter side of life 
Though his cards were not dealt from the top of the pile
In that testing game...

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Dear Judy: 

 

As I scrolled anxiously through my inbox, flipping through needless letters, hoping for an answer,  

I suddenly realized that out of all the emails Ms. Blume receives, I was taking an awful heck of a chancer. 

 

And soon enough, there...

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sorry that its taken a while
making you wait is not my style
even though im the top of the pile
everyone praises your slams it makes me sick
PD you can suck on my wit
they fear you for no reason
cut the head off the queen, thats treason

lets play...

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7/3/2018
A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. 

She sat cross legged on a chunk of hard Earth overlooking a circular abyss of stones. 

Different shapes and forms of stones interlocking like puzzle...

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an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then
The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the walking walls to practice the movements of the feet moving...

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I was nervous before I first posted
Apprehensive what people would think
Would my poems be lauded or roasted
Hit submit and then grab a stiff drink. 

My words on the screen looked so helpless
I had exposed them for others to see
And there I sat nervous and clueless
And...

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A Stolen Memory
A Mirthful Chorus
By Sy Roth 


We surrounded him 
Asked to let go.
She stared at the misshapen face,
Unshaven sandpapery skin 
Eyelids a tabula rasa
Fluttery sere skin
And we could see the humor blossoming in his ending.

He would enjoy her singing.
Bent over him, her breath a...

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I climbed to the top of the pile of hearts
Marching softly over each quivering mass
As I ascended, I crushed each thought bubble
Eliminating doubt
Continuing up a sheltered path that swallowed my shadow
Stepping over wild flowers that knew I was coming
I was visited by awareness
If I vaulted...

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Markets smile, deep pockets make fat pile,
And when frown, fortunes come tumbling down.
In play of plump coffers
There’s no place for paupers—
Sophomore Dumpty’s tend to crash crown,
They prosper that possess wile and guile.
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Happenings |24.12.2022| Humour, Sestet

Poet’s note: It was as if only yesterday Elon Musk was...

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the bed was small, she barly fit
the poka-dotted comforter, a gift from her father
the bookcase above the bed supported by two concret blocks
strewen with books big and small
stuffed animals above the shelves a griaffe in the center
the chair beside the bed overflowing with papers and...

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Julia lived in the Canadian mountains
 divorced with two girls four and eight
 struggling for work to make ends meet
 keeping up mortgage payment sometimes late

 At Christmas the snow was heavy
 Julia delivered a few presents in her jeep
 before getting home high in...

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his mouth was wide open like a whispering heart

‘bring me sex drugs rock and roll back the years’

but prayers went unheard and the little blue pill

failed to arouse healing and he went flaccidly home

from the bawdy house at which he exhaled a curse


still passionate he...

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I saw it there and stopped for a while,
perched dainty at the top of the pile
of crockery, grubby, crazed and old
at the yard sale, waiting to be sold.
A teacup; white dots on baby blue;
the same my mother would sip her brew
of pale Earl Grey, in...

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